Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
I get straight to work because even though I’m working from home and can take my time, I want to spend the day with her instead of working. I need a vacation. And when we get married, I’m taking a long one.
Chapter 10
Kate
After I had a load washed and dried, I dress then call the police. They ask us to come in and file a report.
“Sure. The sooner, the better. Anything for you.”
“Thank you so much, Aiden.” I lift up on my toes and kiss his cheek. I want more, but I don’t know how to go about it. It’s crazy how in the dark I could be unafraid, but in the light, I’m a chicken.
“I think I deserve more,” he growls, pulling me to his body and slamming his mouth down on mine. It’s what I want, and I melt into him, sighing and clutching onto his shirt.
He let’s go, panting. “That’s much better.”
“Yes, it is,” I moan, pressing my hands to his chest.
He takes them in his and lifts them to his mouth, kissing the backs, then he says, “Give me a few. I have a couple of phone calls to make then we can go.”
“Sure. I’ll finish some laundry.” He nods and starts to make his way to his office when I inform him, “I have to go to school Tuesday.”
“Okay. What time?”
“Nine in the morning.”
“Okay, I can drop you off.”
“No that’s fine. I have my bus card at least.”
“Baby, did you hear me? You’ve been through so much already and speaking of, let me give you some money. Don’t argue with me, Kate. I told you we were going to be together. That means I’m here to take care of you.”
“Are you always going to be this frustrating?”
“Probably.”
“Well if you want to be helpful I could use a few bucks for some school supplies since they even stole my school bag.”
“Sure. I have supplies in my office if you need some basics, but we can go pick up the rest.”
“I forgot you’re an accountant. You probably have an entire room full of office supplies.”
“Yes, but at the office. Here I have only a little. Why don’t you finish the next load and come into my office to check out what I have and what you’ll need.”
“Thanks, babe,” I whisper, walking away with a pep in my step. This man makes falling in love with him extremely easy. I want him so much I can barely think straight.
I switch the load, loading the basket with the nice warm clothes, then I find a twenty-dollar bill in the washer. It’s always awesome to find money doing the laundry. It’s like hidden treasures. Since it’s all my clothes, I know it’s my money. As much as Aiden wants to take care of me, I don’t want to feel like a charity case, which is what I totally am.
I stuff it in my pocket and smile at the slight success. It’s amazing how quickly life can turn around. Technically, mine spun so fast I ended up poor and wealthy again within twenty-four hours. Well, I have no idea how much money he has or anything, and really that’s not my business. I’m working and going to school to provide for myself, although something in me thinks he’s going to have something to say about my job. It’s honest hard work, but it’s just that hard work.
I walk to his office door and knock. “Come in, beautiful.”
“I finished switching the load and folding them.”
“Damn, I’m lucky a lot of my suits go to the dry cleaners. If you look in that large mahogany cabinet, you’ll find office supplies.” My eyes widen because it’s larger than I would have expected. When I open it, it’s stuffed to the gills, neatly of course, with all kinds of pads of paper, pens, pencils, the works.
I grab just one of each and a two-pocket folder with the McAvoy Accounting Firm on the cover. What the hell? I whip my head around and stare, holding the folder up and tapping on it so he can see what I just discovered.
“Sorry, I should have told you before, but you were already feeling out of place. I want you to be comfortable around me.”
“So your family owns the firm?” Maybe he has an uncle or grandfather who started it up.
“No, besides Jules, we don’t have any family in the state. I started it when I turned twenty-one.”
“Twenty-one? How the hell? How old are you?” He doesn’t look much older than me, but I assume he has really great genes.
“Twenty-five,” he confesses.
I gasp and raise one hand, needing some answers. “Wait. Hold up. Are you telling me that you started your company when you were still in college?”
“No, I finished college a little early,” he mutters, pretending to go back to work, but he’s not going to get out of my interrogation that easily.